FissionMailed

[In the lobby, there lays a woman, curled up tightly in a ball. She only appears to be asleep, as the light sounds of snoring can be heard from her. As time passes by, seconds, minutes, hours, it doesn't appear that she is even going to wake.

But slowly, her eyes open. Brown eyes that show an unimaginable amount of sorrow, pain, anger in them, and just like that, all traces of those negative feelings are gone, replaced only by a blank stare, laced with confusion. She slowly uncurls herself from that fetal position, until she is practically sprawled out on the floor, only to allow herself the room to push herself up, her thin arms surprisingly strong as she is now sitting upon the surface she laid on.

As she turns her head to look in all sorts of directions, her long hair is swaying and moving with her. Her lips part just slightly, as if she is about to speak, before they form a thin line once more, and she once again works on pushing herself up from the floor. This time, she slowly stands up, stumbling a few times, as if she is off balance, before she finally makes it, standing as tall as she'll ever be. She frowns, her eyes now wide with the confusion that she had just barely shown before.] 

...What? What?

[She utters in complete confusion, taken aback by her surroundings. She doesn't want to be here, wherever here is. She wants out. She wants out.]